W

atching her favorite thriller movie in her living room. "That girl has the guts to call 91

as she hugs her knees on the couch. Her eyes are glued to the TV.

n't been able to focus on the movi

hortly and return

en though I'd been dying to have a sleepover at their house during my vacation

k a year ago. They'd picked me up in Aunt Linda's house today to ha

're having a midn

ody still couldn't get over what happened yesterday, espe

pset. He thinks of Ande

is still very much visible in my eyes, and every time I want to get that vision ou

elieved he would spend the rest of his life with, just left hi

te on anything. I can't eat. I can't sleep.

h, it's so gripping." Bailey bites her nail in antici

Brea lets out a small scream when the kidnapper sudden

ow at her twin sister. "That's

it

h churn again. I have a bad f

poss

ing inside my chest. I don't know why, but

ed midnight. I know that he can't be possib

rdering an uber, and while waiting for the driver to arrive, I toss my phone

th mouth agape. "What's hap

ordered is nearby and

ency in my cousin's house. I have to go back now

ow me when I walk out of the

a asks with worry. "W

ad. Little do they know that I'm not

've called an uber,

late at night. I

like a plea. "I'll be okay. I have to go now

n as I get o

car. My sneakers thump on the gr

ights emitting from the hall. The sight heightens my fear, letting m

at it isn't true.

eling, as though I know

is heavy as I walk on the sidewalk next to the garden. The ta

re. I hope that ther

me to a sudden halt.

ut I don't dare step inside. Instead

n a row facing the altar,

't left this place. He's

ll, slumping down. I hug my knees, shifting my gaze to the garden in f

while before the next words leave his lips, "With Vincent?" His voice is shaking,

as I wait for

cr

his best friend flew al

arting a ne

up. I peek again, and the sight I'm se

his eyes with his shaki

my chest is about to explode too. His sobs break,

er, and another. They can't stop, just like t

eyes shut, throwing my head back against the

l his pain. It's here, so close to me, as

r. He loves

't deser

to not make any sound as I cry with him. I

rts so much to

n's sobs are still echoing in my ears, a

cus

ce inside my head, but it

and I frown. Still,

you sleep

hen I push my body back,

wince

ue to the clothes and the gloves he's wearing,

n cast on my face while the sound of bi

u up by touching you. Thank God you're awake. Why are you sleeping he

here? On the floor?

eek inside the hall, onl

falter, wondering about

. "He left just before you woke up. Poor man, being left at the altar like that." The gardener shakes his head in shame

ifficulty, I stand up. My head is still spinn

d scan the place. A soft sigh escapes

son i